Alex breathed in as he slowly squeezed his daughter's hand that was in his softly. He tapped on his mother's huge oak door, as usual, ignoring the doorbell and patiently waited on his mother's reply.
"It's not locked, Alex..." He heard her voice from with in, his face was with that of surprise. She always know he was the one at the door and how she was always able to sound that loud was usually enough reason to baffle him.
Alex pushed the oak door instead and walked in slowly like he was trying to watch his steps to prevent him from stumbling. Vanessa wondered why her father had been acting strange but kept mute, on times like this, she felt she needed to give him his privacy.
"Ah, Son —you came." She called out to him like she's been expecting his arrival as her almost aging lips brok
